The Adventures Of Duane And BrandO - Air Remix lyrics

Singing is easy… (Singing is easy). When you have machines… (When you have machines). To do it for you. (Cliche, cliche, cliche). Nothing really matters any more. It's redundant and mindless; but at least you can dance. (Stop listening to bad music). You know every word of the radio version. It's a force fed, romance. Stop listening to bad music. (Stop listening to bad music). This is the part where I pour out my heart; like I'm still in high school. This is the part where I pour out my heart. (Stop listening to bad music). Doesn't it hurt… They're dumbing it down for us; and isn't it sad that I had to sing badly to record those parts? It's redundant and mindless; but at least you can dance. (Stop listening to bad music). It's redundant and mindless; but at least you can dance. It's redundant and mindless; but at least you can dance. Nothing really matters any more. This is the part where I pour out my heart; like I'm still in high school. This is the part where I pour out my heart. Throw a little hi-hat into the mix. Add some motherf**in' ba** drum, roll them sh**z. Get that snare drum, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta. Add some ba** to the rhythm for some high-cla** rock. Lesson one: you're a gangster with money and hos; sellin' rocks on the street robbin' convenience stores. Lesson two: throw some scratches for that beasty rap. Talk about your MC and, lean back. Lesson three: drop the beat; bring it back. Talk about your mother, d**, s**, guns and crack. What do you know, you're on the radio, with them fancy cars and mansions for sho'. Just remember to save your money, don't spend it all on d**; Or you'll be stuck selling records in "The Adventures of".